AKMA’s Random Thoughts

Mmmmm. . . . Good Waffles!

Last night, I dreamt that Euan Semple lived in our neighborhood, and that a number of us (Gary included — he moved to Evanston too, evidently) were going over to his place, because he was cooking waffles for us. Gary ate prodigiously, asserting that “last year he ate so many of Euan’s waffles that he didn’t have room for any more, until today.”

Then I woke up and resumed working on my presentation for tonight. Actually, I’m working on version two; the first one is all right, but it ought to be better organized. I’ve already been out to give blood this morning, I’m making some headway on presentation v. 2, and now I have to get my mind off those waffles.